Jen, truth? This happens to all of us. However people are so effing ANAL that they can't bear to share what makes us so achingly human. These are my favorite stories. We're so worried that our lives aren't a constant epic highlight reel that we see these things as failures. The way I see it, and count me crazy, is that my ability to laugh at it is what makes these fails heroic. Who doesn't want to be the funniest person at the party? And one who isn't being funny at anyone else's expense but their own? But that's just me.
Honestly, Jen, what I keep thinking is that the more we back off from the filters and airbrushing and all the ways to hide who we are, the more we trust each other. This has touched me in so many ways, especially because of the online dating joke. My photos were always accurate, what I claimed could be verified quite easily, and I never ever said something I couldn't prove. It's called integrity. It's also integrity to include Dear Reader's painful and painfully hilarious humanity when I drop my trou and fart loudly, which I am wont to do dropped trou or not. In fact I am so good at it that when any governor wants the National Guard to clear out an uprising all they have to do is truck me in, aim me and run in the other direction.
😂😂 thank you for being YOU, it's inspiring and gives me faith that we can show up as our full (sometimes stinky even) selves, and the people who appreciate true transparency will appreciate it. Including the ones who don't have the courage to speak up and share that it made a difference to them too.
HaHa Julia. The reason I usually only hike with hubby these days is the embarrassing number of times I have to pee. I am sure it is just the excitement about the hike or nervousness wondering whether I will make it back from wherever my boy scout is adventuring us to in one piece.
Honestly, there seems to be no end to how often I can piddle. At least I can laugh at it these days. What choice, right?
Hey, BTW, so I was at a horse show this weekend. One booth had a bunch of Outback gear (you know the stuff, I have the waxed coat and drover's hat) and I could hear the accent. North country, north or Brisbane, like.
So he and I spend half an hour telling stupid Aussie stories and laughing our butts off. One thing he validated- it really is quite impossible to understand Aussie humor and the terrible ribbing you get unless you've lived there long enough to understand the culture. I will always treasure the four-odd years I had there, although I am so sorry I never made it to Alice or the far far north.
I grew up in western Queensland and my daughter is London based so we have both worked hard to lose the Queensland drawl. But oh boy can we drop back into it in a heartbeat when we're together with family. As they say: you can take the girl out of the country but you can't take the country out of the girl!
Robyn, my parents were both from the north, and my father rid himself of his Jersey accent so that he could be on the radio in the 1940s. They both had that flat Midwestern- what an Aussie would call a drawl, but we Americans would call almost an accent-less American English. When I grew up I was in the deep redneck South, basically the Croc Dundee version of Strine, right? It rolls back every time I'm back in Florida. Not the accent I use when I do professional work, but it's part of the heritage. Country girl to the roots!
I'm dying over here 🤣 what an epic story. It's nice to know these types of things don't just happen to me 😅
Jen, truth? This happens to all of us. However people are so effing ANAL that they can't bear to share what makes us so achingly human. These are my favorite stories. We're so worried that our lives aren't a constant epic highlight reel that we see these things as failures. The way I see it, and count me crazy, is that my ability to laugh at it is what makes these fails heroic. Who doesn't want to be the funniest person at the party? And one who isn't being funny at anyone else's expense but their own? But that's just me.
YES to this 🙌 How many others are quietly saying, gosh ME TOO? When reading a real story from a human being willing to be imperfect 🙏
Honestly, Jen, what I keep thinking is that the more we back off from the filters and airbrushing and all the ways to hide who we are, the more we trust each other. This has touched me in so many ways, especially because of the online dating joke. My photos were always accurate, what I claimed could be verified quite easily, and I never ever said something I couldn't prove. It's called integrity. It's also integrity to include Dear Reader's painful and painfully hilarious humanity when I drop my trou and fart loudly, which I am wont to do dropped trou or not. In fact I am so good at it that when any governor wants the National Guard to clear out an uprising all they have to do is truck me in, aim me and run in the other direction.
😂😂 thank you for being YOU, it's inspiring and gives me faith that we can show up as our full (sometimes stinky even) selves, and the people who appreciate true transparency will appreciate it. Including the ones who don't have the courage to speak up and share that it made a difference to them too.
That's most kind of you , Jen. Authenticity, even though that's become a cheap catch word these days, works.
HaHa Julia. The reason I usually only hike with hubby these days is the embarrassing number of times I have to pee. I am sure it is just the excitement about the hike or nervousness wondering whether I will make it back from wherever my boy scout is adventuring us to in one piece.
Honestly, there seems to be no end to how often I can piddle. At least I can laugh at it these days. What choice, right?
Hey, BTW, so I was at a horse show this weekend. One booth had a bunch of Outback gear (you know the stuff, I have the waxed coat and drover's hat) and I could hear the accent. North country, north or Brisbane, like.
So he and I spend half an hour telling stupid Aussie stories and laughing our butts off. One thing he validated- it really is quite impossible to understand Aussie humor and the terrible ribbing you get unless you've lived there long enough to understand the culture. I will always treasure the four-odd years I had there, although I am so sorry I never made it to Alice or the far far north.
I grew up in western Queensland and my daughter is London based so we have both worked hard to lose the Queensland drawl. But oh boy can we drop back into it in a heartbeat when we're together with family. As they say: you can take the girl out of the country but you can't take the country out of the girl!
Robyn, my parents were both from the north, and my father rid himself of his Jersey accent so that he could be on the radio in the 1940s. They both had that flat Midwestern- what an Aussie would call a drawl, but we Americans would call almost an accent-less American English. When I grew up I was in the deep redneck South, basically the Croc Dundee version of Strine, right? It rolls back every time I'm back in Florida. Not the accent I use when I do professional work, but it's part of the heritage. Country girl to the roots!
Laughing when I'm supposed to be working -- you're outing me, Julia!
Just getting warmed up here. I get to go through all my old trips and notes.....